audio | un: prince

[ripvanwinkled]

Good evening, fellow refugees. I go by Snake, and for the sake of preserving whatever culture we have, I have an inquiry. It is by all means optional, but I assure you that I have no malicious intent. You may ask questions of your own if you'd like it to be fair.

[He actually has... more than one question. He made a list. Brace yourselves.]

What sort of music did you listen to, back on your home world? Were their many genres, or did it all sound the same? Are there specific instruments, or was it all electronic? If there are no lyrics, how would you describe it? If there are lyrics, would you like to write them down? ... Did you enjoy it, or are you not the type to consume what must be one of the greatest form of art?

[He might be a little biased. He also has to take a breath, after all that.]

Or, if you would like, simply name a specific song and artist. Covers are acceptable.

Comments

[21stcenturyguy]

[Um, the hole in your Frog Universe theory is that frogs can't live in goddamn freezing conditions like this, Rose. They are cold blooded. Like you. Do you want Aoi to have to start stealing snuggies from House 9? That is truly the darkest timeline and it will be your fault.]

[ripvanwinkled]

[You can pry Snake's snuggies from his cold, dead hands. Or just his cold hands.

But don't do that.]

[21stcenturyguy]

[Desperate times call for desperate measures, Snake. He's dying here. A thermostat set below 60, this is what dying feels like.]